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Then he said, after a pause during which his jaw rolled regularly from side to side and the twins watched the rolling with an interest equal to his interest in them, "From Los Angeles?" "No," said Anna-Rose. "From New York." "At least," amended Anna-Felicitas, "practically." "Well I call that a real compliment," said the driver slowly and deliberately because of his jaw going on rolling.
"To those other people," said Anna-Rose. "I see." She held her head up straight. "Well, I expect they'll be very glad to see us," she said after a silence; and proceeded, her chin in the air, to look down her nose, because she didn't want Mr. Twist, or Edith or Anna-Felicitas, to notice that her eyes had gone and got tears in them. She angrily wished she hadn't got such damp eyes.
Twist came up mopping his brow and took he arm and led her back to Anna-Felicitas, who was taking care of the luggage and had sat down philosophically to await developments on a bag of sulphur. She didn't yet know what sulphur looked like on one's clothes after one has sat on it, and smiled cheerfully and encouragingly at Anna-Rose as she came towards her.
"And fancy thinking us enemies," said Anna-Felicitas, "Us. While mummy " Her eyes filled with tears. She kept them back, however, behind convenient long eye-lashes. Then they saw an advertisement in the front page of The Times that they instantly answered without saying a word to Aunt Alice.
"That I was telling you about," she explained to the young man. "When?" asked Mr. Twist, surprised. "Before," said Anna-Felicitas. "We were talking for some time before I went in to order the tea, weren't we?" she said to the young man, angelically smiling at him. "Rather," he said; and since he didn't on this introduction remark to Mr.
"There's Uncle Arthur," said Anna-Felicitas, whose honest mind groped continually after accuracy. "Yes," Anna-Rose admitted after a pause. "Yes. There's Uncle Arthur." Uncle Arthur was the husband of Aunt Alice. He didn't like foreigners, and said so. He never had liked them and had always said so. It wasn't the war at all, it was the foreigners.
"We haven't got a real uncle nearer than heaven," said Anna-Felicitas, her cheek on her hand, dreamily reconstructing the image of Onkel Col. "Indeed," said the old gentleman. "Indeed." And he ruminated, on this too, his thirsty heart he had a thirsty heart, and found difficulty in slaking it because of his wife very indulgent toward the twins. Then he said: "That's a long way off."
She took her cap off its hook and adjusted it over her hair with a deliberation intended to assure Anna-Felicitas that she was remaining calm. "Except that it wasn't from Westphalia he flew, but Prussia," she said. "Prussia?" cried the ladies as one woman, again rising themselves on their elbows. "That's where our father lived," said Anna-Rose, staring at them in her surprise at their surprise.
She laid hold of Anna-Felicitas, who was walking about just as if she had never been prostrate on a deck-chair in her life, and was going to say something appropriate and encouraging on the Christopher and Columbus lines; but Anna-Felicitas, who had been pondering the £5 notes problem, wouldn't listen.
Anna-Felicitas, the one particularly addressed, because she was more on the right level for conversation than Anna-Rose, who could only see the stewardess's apron, turned her head away and murmured that she didn't care. "Come, come," said the stewardess. "Besides, there's life-boat drill at mid-day, and you've got to be present." Anna-Felicitas, her eyes shut, again murmured that she didn't care.
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